Haiku (315-318)

By Thomas Page People articulated By traits becomes a Grave--dry bones.   Lab'ling the other Tacks their equal to a board Like a butterfly. A clock will tick in Unique tremor for each new, Subsequent heard tock.   How many years pass On Pluto and the other Bodies as light flies?

A Piano Falls

By Marianne Brems     As I climb up a third flight of stairs, a piano falls from the sky. Invisible, silent. It lands slowly, deliberately burrowing into my quads. No path to climb out. Somewhere along the way a neuron shifts. A familiar handle sits just out of reach. A window seems harder to … Continue reading A Piano Falls